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”IF YOURE DUMB ENOUGH TO GAMBLE THIS WEEKEND, YOURE A BIG ENOUGH SHMUCK TO COME TO LYN’S HELL CASINO”

”BAD DEALS! SLOT MACHINES THAT BREAK DOWN! LEAVE!”

”IF YOU THINK YOURE GONNA MAKE SOME MONEY AT LYN’S, THEN YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!”

”ITS OUR BELIEF THAT YOURE SUCH A STUPID MOTHERFUCKER, YOU’LL FALL FOR THIS BULLSHIT!”

“GUARANTEED!”

“IF YOU FIND A BETTER CASINO, SHOVE IT UP YOUR UGLY ASS! You heard us right! SHOVE IT UP YOUR UGLY ASS!”

”BRING YOUR CREDIT CARD, BRING YOUR CASH, BRING YOUR WIFE— I’LL FUCK HER! THATS RIGHT ILL FUCK YOUR WIFE”

”BECAUSE AT LYN’S HELL CASINO, YOURE FUCKED SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY! TAKE A HIKE. TO LYN’S HELL CASINO!”

“DONT WAIT, DONT DELAY, DONT FUCK WITH US! OR WE’LL RIP YOUR NUTS OFF. ONLY AT LYN’S HELL CASINO, THE ONLY CASINO THAT TELLS YOU TO FUCK OFF!”

“HURRY UP, ASSHOLE. THIS EVENT ENDS THE MINUTE YOU HIT THE SLOTS! AND YOU’D BETTER NOT WIN OR YOURE A DEAD MOTHERFUCKER”

“GO TO HELL!”

”LYN’S HELL CASINO— EXCLUSIVE HOME OF THE MEANEST SONS OF BITCHES IN THE CIRCUS:”

*... Some new decks of cards, some poker chip sets, and a brand new suit!!!*

*… it’s nice to have a friend like him.*

— @master-dealmaker

”…”

*is it her boyfriend?*

… No.

*he just. Puts his gun away.*

… terminal says he’s still around here. You go talk to him.

— @master-dealmaker

*she feels her jaw tense*

… it’s not his fault you know. The soul went where there was room. And Cyrus was free.

… I’m… sorry Lyn. I’m really sorry.

— @master-dealmaker

”don’t apologize.”

*she says it like a command.*

*after a moment she just chuckles and shakes her head, grinning tiredly*

“Go on then. Go do what you need to do”

*she turns away, putting the gun down, her voice low and gravelly*

… just like me.

… His name was Alexander. If you call him that, there should be SOME recognition.

— @master-dealmaker

*… she doesn’t know how to feel*

*it’s that feeling you get when you learn something about someone you love, it changes your perspective of them. It’s good to know yet deep down you wish you didn’t*

“.. ok”

*she just.. doesn’t really look at Carbine*

*wont ever be the same again*

… look, let me explain:

When I was… I wanna say 22 or so, my parents went missing. Everyone knew they weren’t going to come back, even me.

… but I at LEAST wanted to know who did it. But they never found out. All they knew was that it was a murder. They… kinda gave up on it after a few years.

…

… so why am I just finding out. That the guy who’s in Cyrus’s body, barely remembering a goddamn thing about himself like some idiot, is the same guy who killed my fucking mom...

Seven. Fucking. Years, Lyn.

— @master-dealmaker

*she just stands there, processing it all*

“In his….. dear god.”

*she just nods*

“Ok. How do we get ‘im out”

— @master-dealmaker

That doesn’t happen.

— @master-dealmaker

”It happened once, when he was taken by the terminal. I swear to..”

*she reaches under the bar into a cabinet and pulls out a handgun*

… where. Is Cyrus.

*there is PURE HATE dripping from his words. He’s here to kill*

— @master-dealmaker

”I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in days.”

WHERE IS CYRUS?!?

— @master-dealmaker

*she’s INSTANTLY alert*

LYN!!!!

— @master-dealmaker

… nothing made to copy data?

*that sounds familiar… (Cyrus….?)*

— @say-their-name

*she knows, but she’s not just gonna tell this random guy*